Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1863

It seemed that Abigail was becoming increasingly difficult to deceive.

"You're right," Aiden said, attempting to steer the conversation in his favor. "But as you know, Uncle Carlos has always had faith in me. If he chooses to hand over the company to me, how could I possibly turn it down?"

He needed to convince everyone that his actions were beyond his control, that he was merely stepping up because the circumstances left him no choice.

"As long as it's done through legitimate means, I have no issue with it," Abigail responded, maintaining her sense of fairness.

"I knew you'd always have my back," Aiden said, clearly pleased with her response.

"We've known each other for so long, and I don't want to jump to conclusions," Abigail said, her words reflecting the trust built over years of friendship. "I just hope you won't disappoint me."

Though she said this, Taylor's warning still lingered in her mind. Abigail was fully aware of Aiden's ambitious nature.

Nonetheless, she reasoned that ambition was a common trait among all businessmen—including Carlos, who, despite his success, still sought to secure his legacy through her arranged marriage.

As long as Aiden conducted himself with integrity, she felt she could accept the path he chose.

"Of course, when have I ever let you down?" Aiden replied with a confident smile, smoothly shifting the conversation. "Are you coming to the office with me, or would you prefer I drop you off somewhere?"

"It's fine," Abigail answered, wanting some time alone. "You go ahead. I can walk."

"Alright, then. Stay safe."

…

At the Newton residence, Helen was busy in the kitchen when the doorbell suddenly rang. Still wearing her apron, she went to answer the door, only to be met with a large bouquet of roses.

"Hello, ma'am, here's your flower delivery. Please sign here."

Helen smiled and brushed it off, stepping in to defend Chandler. "He used to give them to me all the time. Don't doubt your father's love for me, okay?"

"I get it," Lincoln teased. "Once he won you over, he stopped trying."

"You little rascal, don't speak unless you have something smart to say!" Chandler snapped, clearly annoyed.

"Not only did you disregard Mommy, but now you're trying to silence the truth. How embarrassing," Lincoln fired back.

No wonder Lincoln was Chandler's son—his words always seemed to strike a nerve.

Helen laughed and turned to Chandler. "Looks like your authority in this house is hanging by a thread."

"It's just an illusion, definitely an illusion," Chandler insisted, refusing to admit defeat.